In this garden time is creeping The odours so firm like a wall Caressing me, making me loosing my will Am I alone? How did I get here? It seems that a gate in my dreams let me pass What a picturesque place A confusing heap of sounds Almost like silence if you consume them entirely My sight is sharpened Garden of delight I never find an exit If beauty could kill I would have died a hundred deaths Colours of a splendidness that I never saw before Plants are highgrown and perfect But somewhere there has to be a poisonous one Beyond the surface, something is waiting just to overthrow me
In this garden time is creeping The odours so firm like a wall Caressing me, making me loosing my will Am I alone? How did I get here? It seems that a gate in my dreams let me pass What a picturesque place A confusing heap of sounds Almost like silence if you consume them entirely My sight is sharpened Garden of delight I never find an exit If beauty could kill I would have died a hundred deaths Colours of a splendidness that I never saw before Plants are highgrown and perfect But somewhere there has to be a poisonous one Beyond the surface, something is waiting just to overthrow me
